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dc the don - money machine كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah
what ? worldwide
brr_brr

[pre_chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh_t get hot and these lil n_ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr_brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

[chorus]
shawty wait, i can’t fake the feeling right now (yah, yah)
it’s too many waves in this b_tch right now
she gon pop a perc, got her spinnin’ right now
[?] got the sticks, he at thе heaven gates now

[verse 1]
hеllo dc, with a brand new patek
know what i’m sayin’, i got rich n_gga habits
i’m tryna [?] this b_tch speakin’ spanish i hop in that casper i’m makin her vanish (skrrt)
øutlaw bringin’ that damage
mama be trippin’ bro, what is this madness ?
it’s time to chill out, bro, you been established, i manage my mood and you’re too on the ‘gram
leakin’, we gon’ spazz out for no reason
b_tch i’m on the east with ghouls and the demons
pah_pah, no face no case, i skrrt off in that demon (skrr_skrrt)
we gon’ f_ck up sak’s fit every season
rick owens shirt, raf simmons my jeans
is this your mans ? he ain’t on my team
where the f_ck the promoter, i need my green
wait, bro, i hit that b_tch kg, ayy big bank roll can’t fit in my jeans
got three stripe shirts got fly away wings
i ain’t f_ckin’ with him, i can’t f_ck with his team, imma take that lil b_tch [?]
got that super low [?]
big bank showin’, lil baby, i’m a heavyweight
brodie talkin’ h_lla sh_t send him to heavens gate
big facts, we gon od we bringin’ h_ll today
another rattin’ n_gga dead, bro let’s celebrate
[pre_chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh_t get hot and these lil n_ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr_brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

[verse 2]
i can’t feel my face and i can’t feel my lungs neither
in that black range, drove her, b_tch, jeepers creepers
why the f_ck you screamin’ “hot” ? bet that n_gga catch a fever
big body like “woah”
woke up like imma f_ck a opp, b_tch
f_cking dirty cop, without yo badge you gettin’ dropped, b_tch
the sheriff said “wo wo wo” we on that got sh_t
i heard you got a stick “boo_hoo_hoo” you ain’t got pop sh_t
body, b_tch, haha, taje my body, b_tch
they played yo song, we hittin’ skip, that sh_t was potty, b_tch
yo, we gon’ run em out his shoes, ed hardy, b_tch
she said “dc you so d_mn c_cky” well that’s obvious
run a [?]
yeah, that’s easy
2018 they ain’t believe me
now i’m up in this b_tch, get bizzy
flexin’ so godd_mn hard, i know they wanna be me
but these n_ggas can’t ever go be me
i’m the youngest n_gga in yo tv please don’t @ me
[pre_chorus]
ayy, whip it up, money machine, with a black bandana
whip it up, i’m the new jet lee, shawty better watch your cameras (yah)
louis v, with a glock on me, i can’t even keep my pants up (what)
really out when this sh_t get hot and these lil n_ggas adam sandler (yah)
cartier all up on my lens, i can’t see the fakes
anarchy on the side of my hip, bruh, we can’t play it safe (brr_brr)
that’s a jab, it’s gon knock him, rearrange his face
that’s a thot it’s gon blow em, aim and he’s dead

- dc the don

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